User blog comment:Llamao/The Underground/@comment-3474228-20120627211733/@comment-3474228-20120628024713

The otter, a young blacksmith, eyes Muddjak with a fearful expression, not saying a word as he is hauled out by the guards. Once the room has been cleared, only Muddjak and the general remain. He begins to walk in a slow circle around Muddjak, breathing in deeply before speaking. "Where...is...the staff?" There is a moment of silence, but it is eerily shattered by the strident screams of pain and death outside.